~ Holy water

Beach Comber

I think about the story of a begger who has been sitting on the same wooden box for thirty years asking for money as people walk by. One day a man stops and asks what’s in the box. The begger says it’s just an old wooden box. Have you ever looked inside asks the passerby. Together they look in the box and it’s filled with gold.

I’m crawling slowly searching for treasure. I don’t know what it looks like because I haven’t found it yet so I will it. I become a psychic archeologist and still nothing. I decide self proclaimed psychics are all full of shit. They prey on simple minded lonely people so desperate to believe in something that they will believe in anything. I resume my search on a different level.

I can’t say what it was that called me to the beach at midnight but there I was crawling in the sand with my torche looking for something. I met a guy down there and he told me about black beach glass that can be found if you look hard. It dates back to the 1700’s. And Captn Cook., I’m hooked.

I don’t know what it looks like so I systematically cross everything that it’s not off the list. I am surrounded by thousands of pieces of glass on the bealch all beautiful and unique in thier own way but I don’t find what I’m looking for. I have to be patient, I keep looking. My mind wanders. I wonder why we fall in love with people we don’t even like. Why we work for companies who treat us as if they despise us as much as we despise them. I wonder why people work so hard for money, neglecting thier friends and family in the process only to work even harder at getting rid of it as soon as they have earned it and often even before They have earned it.

My mind quiets as I find another piece. I’m brought back to my childhood playing in the sand looking for buried treasure. I’m thirteen I don’t know what girls are, or careers or anything for that matter. I see a see a ship high on the horizon. I need my sward there is swashbuckling to do, I am the Pirate king. Captn Stromy.

“I wonder why we fall in love with people we don’t even like. Why we work for companies who treat us as if they despise us as much as we despise them. I wonder why people work so hard for money, neglecting thier friends and family in the process only to work even harder at getting rid of it as soon as they have earned it and often even before They have earned it.”

Because we are idiots. We are the most idiotic and weak species. We couldn’t possibly believe that because hey, we invent things, we also invented time unfortunately. We ask deep philosophical questions, and we think that because the ant doesn’t say “I think therefore I am”, the ant is inferior. The ant does not see us next to them, huge in size, and fall to their “knees” and scream I have seen the Gods, now lets do some sacrificial killing so that we please the Gods.
We are billions of people aimlessly wandering blindfolded in a desert, thirsty, hungry, too cold and too hot, no longer having any natural instincts. We bump into someone in the dark and we desperately cling to them, “oh no, you are the love of my life, life before you and without you was hard, empty, meaningless, I had no direction before I met you, now … well… now my direction is whatever direction you go”. Problem solved.
We love sex because for a tiny bit of time we get to feel what it means to just be instinctual and raw, we love to orgasm because for a second we feel what is like to wholly erase all this idiocy and go back to our most fundamental state, or whatever you might want to call it.
Our biggest invention in uselessness.
And we have no answers, although we constantly self importantly debate and question and wonder, coming up with all sort of intelligent and sophisticated and complex answers.
Maybe after all we don’t need any sort of intelligence and complex concepts to answer any of these questions.